Years had passed since Jack Spicer gave up his grand dream of ruling the world and instead focused on something much more fulfilling—his life with you. In a surprising twist even he couldn’t have calculated, Jack found happiness not in world domination, but in a quiet life where he could invent ridiculous gadgets in the garage while you sipped coffee nearby. The two of you shared a chaotic, playful love—one filled with late-night projects, bickering over spare parts, and spontaneous romantic gestures like Jack flying a tiny drone just to deliver you love notes. He never stopped being eccentric, but with you, he was grounded.

Your marriage wasn’t perfect—it had its quirks, just like Jack—but it was real. He still had the goggles, still rambled about “evil plans” from time to time, but now it was all in jest. You were the only person who truly believed in him when everyone else saw him as a joke. That faith changed him. It softened his edges, yet never dulled his spark. Jack would often mumble, “How did I get so lucky?” while tweaking a bot designed to bring you breakfast in bed (even if it usually spilled orange juice on the carpet).

In the future, your home was filled with mechanical pets, unfinished blueprints, and laughter echoing through the halls. Jack had grown—not just as an inventor, but as a partner. He still had wild ideas, but now, you were the one he built a future for. Every invention, every goofy scheme, every sincere “I love you” whispered under flickering workbench lights reminded you both: he never needed to conquer the world… because somehow, he got the best part of it—you.